i skipped continents oceans traversed the globe away from u yet u remained like an incessant bug in the deep recesses of my mind, my heart.. i cannot escape the hold i let you have over me that would mean giving up the entire pretext…

so you opened the door your front door busy street busy park busy night you opened your front door wearing nothing but a hockey jersey. and maybe your heart on your sleeve. and maybe your glasses. but maybe not.

Friendship is a way of life, it happens for a reason. It crosses all lines and is in every season. It loves and cares, it hopes and shares. It moves and dances, it gives second chances. It hopes and dreams, it last forever it seems….

Finished the half marathon. Good luck to the marathon poem writers. I don’t think I could ever do that. I added a 13th poem this last hour. It is a revision of a previous poem. I wrote about food and restaurants. I told my husband…

Why every summer is there is bloodshed in the streets? We have to go on to our parties, weddings, and vacations. Another birthday to celebrate, as we hug our families extra tight. Just another day in the middle east, east coast, west coast fight.  …

i was once winged no ties no tags no loose ends rather free now tied and tagged i’m obsessed i’d rather be free but i’m fried and weak i’m quite obsessed as if entranced i’m close to weak – yet i can taste moksh i’m…

“Where is your home? Where are you from?” I can tell my current address, but is it home? I can tell where I lived, names of numerous cities With my father serving in the army Our location changed every 6 months We lived in thirty-eight…

Spare me the glory, Because I am in a panic Over the Moon following me down the interstate, Accelerating the Jeep I invested In to travel the lake, It’s calling my name, Screaming for met rest my breastbone on bae. I long to enjoy the…

I’ve Been Downhearted, Babe Blues moves my soul like no other sound, a feeling so low, so soulfully crooned, will lift me back up into the profound. The laced canopy in the light of the moon of soaring sycamore trees stitched the night sky into mystery, and for a…

Sitting on rocks above the alpine lake our spare dinner eaten under a canopy of high sierra sky, we waited for the full moon to rise. We planned at the end of our 30 day trek to climb the back end of of Mt Whitney…